The next luggage is Eleanor‘s. Not really a luggage, but an organizer with sections to keep her sewing tools in. From the looks of this, I’d guess she’s an early 1900’s fashionista.
As a photographer, Jon made sure to obscure the family names of the patients in order to give their families privacy. It is important to get your subjects’ consent before taking photos and given these situations where the subject already passed, hiding their complete identity is the next decent thing to do, for legal purposes and a sign of respect.
This one luggage is owned by a former military man, Frank. Having served in the military, sometimes the odds of crossing the border to insanity is inevitable. Especially in his time when the height of wars between nations took a lot of lives, it must have been very traumatic for him.
This next suitcase belongs to Flora, a former nurse. Interesting.
I haven’t the slightest idea how a medical professional could get detained in a mental institution. Could she have contracted a disease that altered her brain chemistry? Or was she a victim of drug abuse?
Like Eleanor, Flora likes sewing that’s why she has a little box full of sewing tools. If you look at the right chamber, there are two books. The rusty colored one I couldn’t seem to find in the internet. Kenilworth could be a name of a publisher or a piece by Sir Walter Scott. A Girl of the Limberlost is a classic novel about a poor girl who lives with her troubled mother, tries to get what she wants, falls in love. Classic, I know.
Fancy mirror frame.
A lot of seemingly unrelated objects. We see here a portrait of a guy, whoever he is, and a full body shot of a girl, not sure if it’s her. At first I thought those were multiplication cards because they contained numbers. They might be playing cards for math enthusiasts. Could be her son’s?
Strychnine Sulphate is a rodenticide according to the internet. It’s also a lethal poison to humans. What could a syringe containing such substance be in her suitcase?
Whatever clues these people have left in their suitcases, we could only make assumptions about how they used to live their lives or what their personality is or what their interests are.
We’re all a little insane sometimes,